I did not want to reduce it
to that simplistic theological equation:
physical subordinated by spiritual equals
enlightenment. To live that high-horse,
humorless life—a lid over
the self, inclinations
closeted. How relieved I was
when the new rabbi arrived—
combed-back hair, pointy shoes.
To blend the physical world
and the Light Without End
means to touch the Divine
unzipped of creation’s
rigid categories, he said
at his first Sabbath afternoon sermon.
But I did not float up
from the backyard porch—
a flame rising into the Source of all fire—
as I turned chicken breasts on the grill.
And I could not unlatch
desire’s door at night and fully enter
the gates of prayer
come morning.